“Okay, the statement is done, you can leave now.”

A young police officer closed the notebook and smiled slightly at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded, stood up, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the middle-aged police officer who had been sitting next to the young police officer, accompanying him to make the statement, suddenly asked:

“Mr. Xu, is business good at your bookstore?”

“Not very.” Zhou Ze answered honestly.

Many people had asked him this question, but they were asking about business with the living, so Zhou Ze naturally answered in terms of business with the living.

“Then why do you still choose to keep the store open there?” the middle-aged police officer asked.

“I’m a live-in son-in-law; my wife’s family is very rich. They don’t lack money; it’s just to pass the time.”

The middle-aged police officer was stunned for a moment, then nodded and gestured, “You can leave now. If there are any further questions, we will notify you.”

“My pleasure.”

Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

The young police officer spun the pen in his hand and said, “Team Leader Sun, that guy is quite interesting.”

Indeed, it took a lot of courage to directly admit to marrying into wealth and to frankly admit that he was just lazing around and living off his wife's family.

“Go and see the interrogations in other areas.” The middle-aged police officer stood up and glanced again at Zhou Ze's departing figure. He always felt that this young man who had been sitting in front of him gave him a sense of unease.

During an interrogation, the police should be a cobra, and the person being interrogated should be the prey. The cobra should break through the opponent's defenses as quickly and accurately as possible in order to get to the truth of the matter.

But just now, he had the illusion that this cobra of his was, in the other person's eyes, like an ornamental item in an Indian street performer's basket that danced to the sound of the flute.

The guy just didn't seem to care.

…………

“You’re out?” Xu Qinglang, who had also finished making his statement, came out. “How unlucky, having to run to the police station late at night to make a statement.

Also, that young policeman was so annoying, asking me about my gender three times. Is there something wrong with his brain? Can’t he tell my gender?”

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang,

thinking to himself: Don't you have any self-awareness about your own appearance?

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang were both shop owners and had personally witnessed the fall, so they needed to make a statement, but there wasn't anything else. The other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association were considered key suspects by the police, which was to be expected.

“By the way, who do you think the killer is?” Xu Qinglang asked, smoking a cigarette.

At this time, the sun was about to rise; it was already morning.

“That’s not something we need to worry about. The police will investigate and solve the case.” Zhou Ze said calmly.

“Hey, don’t be so negative, okay?

Didn’t you ever read Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan when you were a kid?”

Everyone, more or less, has a bit of a detective dream and detective complex, right?

That feeling of peeling back layers of mist to find the truth, and then, like the magician Liu Qian, dramatically opening your hands and mysteriously shouting, "Next is the moment to witness the miracle!"

That would definitely hit a lot of people’s g-spot.

“I’m not interested in people.”

“Still want to mess with ghosts.” Xu Qinglang said sarcastically.

“Yes, mess with ghosts.” Zhou Ze took out his phone and started hailing a cab, while also saying, “Do you remember what color clothes the dead woman was wearing when she jumped?”

“White.”

“And after she fell?”

“Red.” Xu Qinglang shrugged. “It seemed to be dyed red with blood. Sigh, so pitiful.”

“What she was wearing after she landed was a red skirt.” Zhou Ze reminded him. “Don’t use the blood-soaked routine to deceive yourself.”

Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then reached out and touched the tip of his nose, saying, “You mean, there’s a secret behind this, not just a simple accident or murder?”

“I don’t know, but I hope that’s the reason. The ghosts I’ve encountered before were already extremely powerful if they could give someone a cold. If I could really encounter one that could cause accidents and make people die, it would be a big harvest.”

This kind of ghost is worth dozens of others, right?

The performance of sending it to hell could be worth ten or even more, right?

“You’re thinking too complicatedly, right? Oh, speaking of which, I forgot to remind the police that she was wearing white clothes at first.” Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, “Maybe the key to solving the case lies in the change in the color of the clothes. The killer must have designed some extremely clever……”

“Are you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?” Zhou Ze asked.

“No.” Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze resentfully. “Lao Zhou, I’ve noticed that you’re getting more and more boring. You used to at least humor people a little.”

“Not in the mood.”

“So, are we going back now?”

“Yes.”

“Going back to catch ghosts?”

“Playing Ouija.”

“You’re so childish.”

“Ever heard of… entrapment?”

………………

The bookstore wasn't sealed off, but there were many police tape set up around it, and many police officers were patrolling around, searching for clues.

This made the already quiet bookstore, which didn't have much business with the living, even quieter.

Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a Ouija board set, searching directly for sellers in Tong City on Taobao, and then asked Bai Yingying to take a taxi there to pick up the goods.

Paper spread out,

a pile of stuff, not knowing if it was useful, was placed on the side.

Xu Qinglang squatted next to him, watching Zhou Ze busy at work, somewhat helplessly, “Actually, I have a few methods for summoning spirits here, which I feel are more effective than this game.”

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, “It’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“Last night, I didn’t sense anything coming over.” Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang. “Did you sense anything?”

“Did something come over last night?”

Xu Qinglang recalled the scene when the planchette slid towards Zhou Ze when the group was playing Ouija.

“That was just a coincidence, right? Didn’t that overseas Chinese say that their activity last night was to set the stage for a confession, so someone must have deliberately exerted force, pointing to the location behind you, which is that building. It wasn’t actually pointing at you.”

“Very good analysis.” Zhou Ze reached out, lifted the paper on the ground, and then ran his fingernail across the tile, saying, “Was this also intentional?”

Xu Qinglang immediately widened his eyes.

On the tiled floor, there was actually a groove less than half a meter long. If you were standing, you might not even notice it.

Zhou Ze took out a pen, placed the tip of the pen on the groove, and slid it along this direction. He and Xu Qinglang also slowly turned in this direction.

Subsequently,

the position pointed to by the fingertip

was Bai Yingying, who was sitting behind the counter playing Honor of Kings. Zhou Ze had been sitting there last night.

Zhou Ze threw the pen away and looked at Xu Qinglang.

To make a small groove on the tile, the difficulty was not ordinary.

Xu Qinglang said incredulously, “No way, could it be that something really was summoned last night? How come neither you nor I saw it?”

“When Director Zhao came over last time, did we see that he was already dead?

When the Faceless Woman disguised herself and came over last time, did we see her true identity?”

“This……” Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze silently spread the paper out again, then picked up the pen. “Do you think I won't be able to call the Ouija with my status?”

Zhou Ze was, strictly speaking, a ghost messenger; he was different from the Horror Story Lovers Association people last night.

“I don’t know, but what I want to know is, when you were sitting there watching the show last night, did you notice something was wrong?” Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze nodded,

“Although I didn’t feel any special fluctuations, nor did I see anything I shouldn’t have seen, when they pushed that pen in my direction, I felt a slight palpitation in my heart, like I was being watched by something.”

“Then why didn’t you tell them in advance!”

Xu Qinglang directly grabbed Zhou Ze's collar,

“You felt something was wrong, something that could make even you feel palpitations!

When they said they were going to play that damned adventure game or confession game in the building behind, why didn’t you stop and remind them!”

Zhou Ze reached out, not pushing away Xu Qinglang's hand that was grabbing him, but wiping the saliva that Xu Qinglang had sprayed on his face when he roared at him. Then, he looked at Xu Qinglang:

“What does it have to do with me?”

Yes,

what does it have to do with me?

Releasing Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang took two steps back. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

“They consume in my store. According to industrial and commercial regulations, I naturally have the obligation to ensure their safety when they read books or have tea parties in my store.

But since they have already left my store, what does the next thing have to do with me?”

“You weren’t like this before.” Xu Qinglang muttered.

“What needs to be done now is not to lament the past, nor to sigh about how things have changed, but to find that hidden thing and send it to hell.”

“You’re enthusiastic about this?”

“This is performance; didn’t you always mock me for not having goals in life before?”

“You…” Xu Qinglang licked his lips, “Alright, you can slowly investigate, I won’t serve you anymore.”

Xu Qinglang waved his hand and stormed out of the bookstore.

Bai Yingying walked out at this time with tea, somewhat surprised,

“Boss, did you and Xu Meiren have a fight?”

Zhou Ze didn’t answer, but silently squatted down, continuing to look at the groove, continuing to look at the Ouija board drawing in front of him.

“Boss, I’m going to play games first.” Bai Yingying put the tea next to Zhou Ze, stuck out her tongue, and ran to the side.

She didn’t notice that Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the ground looking at the Ouija board drawing, was constantly sweating on his forehead, and at the same time, one hand was tightly pinching the left side of his chest.

Damn it,

I must find that guy as soon as possible,

otherwise more people will die,

damn it,

why does it hurt so much!

When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking. Seeing her come in, Xu Qinglang said directly,

“Has something been wrong with your boss these past few days?”

“I think he’s become more normal.” Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.

“Become more normal?” Xu Qinglang chuckled twice, “You didn’t see someone falling to their death in front of us yesterday, and he actually stood there using a tissue to wipe his face!”

“That person fell directly to their death, right? Would wiping his face save him?”

Bai Yingying entered the game disdainfully, “He was an experienced doctor in his previous life. He can tell at a glance whether he can be saved. Instead of running over and shouting uselessly, it’s better to wipe his own face clean first.”

“Hey, I’m saying, you’re actually standing on his side? Are you guys even human!”

“We’re really not human.”

“Smack!”

Just then,

the computer screen suddenly flashed, then went black,

another power outage.

“Bang bang bang bang bang!”

Bai Yingying slammed the keyboard, “I had a 98k when I landed!”

Xu Qinglang, who had been sitting there smoking, immediately ran out of the shop,

looked up,

at the sky,

at this time,

by the fifth-floor window,

there was actually a man standing in white.

Many police officers around were desperately making phone calls and using walkie-talkies to call their colleagues in the building to stop him quickly, and a middle-aged police chief was roaring:

“How did you let someone go up to the crime scene? What are you all doing?”

“Thud!”

A dull and familiar sound of landing,

Xu Qinglang stood in place,

staring blankly at the person falling from the air,

everything,

seemed to be exactly the same as last night.

He subconsciously closed his eyes,

at this moment,

human life was like dumplings being dropped into a pot,

one after another,

worthless.